As they began the long walk back toward the river and their camp, Cissel and Ricky kept debating the best methods to cut the trees.
They spoke of high-frequency vibration saws, industrial-grade plasma cutters, and specialised chemical acids. John simply listened without saying anything, trying to find a spark of inspiration in their words.
'That's not useful,' John thought. 'They are speaking about technology that simply isn't present here. We can't summon a steel factory out of thin air.' He glanced back one last time at the silver-grey silhouettes of the trees and sighed. 'I'll find a way one day, but for now...'
He shifted his focus inward, pulling up his system interface. The Map Section was now fully unlocked. As he navigated through the new tab, he found a mix of pleasant surprises and stinging disappointments.
